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It might be lonelier

It might be lonelier
Without the Loneliness —
I'm so accustomed to my Fate — …

Emily Dickinson
It rises — passes — on our South

It rises — passes — on our South
Inscribes a simple Noon —
Cajoles a Moment with the Spires …
It sifts from Leaden Sieves —

It sifts from Leaden Sieves —
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool …

Emily Dickinson
It sounded as if the Streets were running

It sounded as if the Streets were running
And then — the Streets stood still —
Eclipse — was all we could see at the Window …

Emily Dickinson
It struck me — every Day —

It struck me — every Day —
The Lightning was as new
As if the Cloud that instant slit …

Emily Dickinson
It troubled me as once I was —

It troubled me as once I was —
For I was once a Child —
Concluding how an Atom — fell — …
It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone

It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone
Enclosed 'twas not of Rail
A Consciousness its Acre, and …
It was a quiet seeming Day —

It was a quiet seeming Day —
There was no harm in earth or sky —
Till with the closing sun …
It was a quiet way —

It was a quiet way —
He asked if I was his —
I made no answer of the Tongue …

Emily Dickinson
It was given to me by the Gods —

It was given to me by the Gods —
When I was a little Girl —
They given us Presents most — you know — …
It was not Death, for I stood up,

It was not Death, for I stood up,
And all the Dead, lie down —
It was not Night, for all the Bells …

Emily Dickinson
It was too late for Man —

It was too late for man,
But early yet for God ;
Creation impotent to help, …

Emily Dickinson
It will be Summer — eventually.

It will be Summer — eventually.
Ladies — with parasols —
Sauntering Gentlemen — with Canes — …

Emily Dickinson
It would never be Common — more — I said —

It would never be Common — more — I said —
Difference — had begun —
Many a bitterness — had been — …

Emily Dickinson
It would not know if it were spurned,

It would not know if it were spurned,
This gallant little flower —
How therefore safe to be a flower …
It's coming — the postponeless Creature —

It's coming — the postponeless Creature —
It gains the Block — and now — it gains the Door —
Chooses its latch, from all the other fastenings — …

Emily Dickinson
It's easy to invent a Life —

It's easy to invent a Life —
God does it — every Day —
Creation — but the Gambol …

Emily Dickinson
It's thoughts — and just One Heart —

It's thoughts — and just One Heart —
And Old Sunshine — about —
Make frugal — Ones — Content — …
Its Hour with itself

Its Hour with itself
The Spirit never shows.
What Terror would enthrall the Street …

Emily Dickinson
J-n W-ts At A Play.

WHILE hisses, groans, cat-calls thro' the pit,
Deplore the hapless poet's want of wit:
J—n W—ts, from silence bursing in a rage, …

Henry Fielding